Riley felt a zap of lighting course through her as she entered a room filled with lots of different ladies with Valentine.
For a moment her heart stilled. Until she felt Valentine lean on her, her hand ghosting over her small back.
"Stay close beside me. Be a good girl, no other woman touches you, remember that."
Her hot breath warmed at Riley's stomach as her words filled her ear warm.
She raised her head, nodding fast, as her cheeks burned a bright red hue.
A small smile ghosted the top of Valentine's lips, dangerous and sweet at the same time.
As soon as Valentine let go of Riley's waist, and walked forward, a group of ladies rounded her in an instant.
"Hey! Ms. Sloane, it's good to see you!"
"You look gorgeous Ms. Sloane. How do you do it?"
"Yes, tell us. How do you stay fit. Your body is really a hard on."
The ladies asked.
All of them looked rich with their shiny dresses, big diamonds, and beautiful perfect hair.
Valentine laughed low at their words, her hand resting easy, on of the ladies arm.
Riley stood away for a second. Feeling lost, she grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray as it passed by and sipped it slowly. Her eyes moving around the room.
And that was when it hit her.
This was an only woman party. No men at all. And every lady who looked expensive, like Valentine, had a girl beside her.
Some held hands. Some shared soft kisses on the neck.
Riley's face got hotter when she saw one tall woman press her girl against the wall, hands sliding down to squeeze a big, round ass.
The girl moaned quietly, pushing herself back into the touch.
All the women looked the same - big breasts, tiny waist, thick hips and ass that made their dresses right.
Their features looked just like Valentine's, but Valentine's looked distinct.
She was sharper and more dangerous. Her black dark eyes that always made a shiver pass through Riley's skin, her slow smirk - teasing, the way she stood like she owned everything.
It made Riley's stomach flip hard. Butterflies going wild inside her as heat pooled low between her legs just from staring at Valentine.
Riley finished her drink fast and went to the long dinning bar for another. She needed something stronger.
Her red dress felt too hot on her skin, the high slit showing almost all her thigh when she moved and that was when she saw her.
Her sister, Mia.
She was sat in a dark corner booth with a beautiful older woman. Her lips were locked in the older woman's mouth, kissing deep and desperate, like she couldn't breathe without it.
Her hands were bold, grabbing the woman's big breasts through her dress, squeezing hard. Then she dropped under the table. The woman gasped, head falling back, fingers tangling in Mia's hair.
Riley's mouth went dry. She couldn't look away. Her own body boiling hot and throbbing as she watched it.
But why and what was her sister doing here?
"Hey, pretty thing." A soft voice beside her made Riley jump.
A lady in a silver dress stood close - way too close for her liking.
The ladies dress was tiny, barely covering her thick thighs. Her huge breasts spilled out the room, nipples almost showing. She smelled strong -like sex and sweet perfume mixed together.
Her eyes were hungry, "You look lonely," the lady purred, red lips curving as her hand slid slowly onto Riley's bare arm, fingers stroking up the slit in her dress. "I can fix that."
Riley's skin tingled where she had touched. The lady's fingers slipped higher, brushing the inside of Riley's thigh, so close to where she was already wet.
"I... um..." Riley shifted back, her heart racing.
The lady smirked and moved closer, pressing her body against Riley's side. One breast pushed soft into Riley's arm.
"Come dance with me," the lady whispered, her lips near Riley's ear.
Her hand squeezed Riley's thigh now, nails light but teasing.
Across the room, Riley felt it before she saw it. Valentine's eyes. Cold. Hard. Burning straight into her body.
Valentine stood, conversing with other ladies, a drink in hand, but her face was stone. Her jaw tight. Eyes dark with anger she was holding back - like a storm ready to break.
She didn't move, just stared. It pierced Riley's skin like ice and fire at the same time.
Riley's breath caught in her throat. Heat rushed everywhere - chest, stomach, between her legs. She felt herself get wetter, a slow puddle soaking her gown - she had no panties.
"No," Riley said quickly, her voice shaky as she pulled away from the lady hitting on her. "I'm... I'm with someone."
The lady pouted but shrugged and walked off, hips swaying, Riley's legs felt weak.
She looked back at Valentine as her eyes clashed with hers.
She said something short to the women around her, then started walking straight to Riley.
Every step of hers was strong, like a predator. Riley couldn't move. Her heart banged in her ears. Her nipples hardened under the red dress.
Valentine stopped right in front of her. Close enough that Riley smelled her - her expensive perfume, something dark and hot.
Their eyes jammed again. Valentine just leaned in a little, her voice low and rough as she whispered, "Restroom. Now."
One second. That's all it took for Riley to feel it. A hot rush between her thighs, wetness slipping down and soaking her core.
Her clit throbbed hard. She squeezed her legs together, biting her lips to hide the whimper.
Valentine's eyes flashed down on Riley's hard nipples, then he turned and walked towards the restroom without looking back.
Riley followed fast, her body on fire, stomach dropping with need as she knew whatever waited in that restroom would break her in the best way possible.
Because, she knew Valentine had caught her with that silver- dressed lady.